WGD Ch 15

When Im Jaehan made a call, individuals who appeared to be his attendants carefully brought in something large. Given its size and considering Im Jaehan’s family connections, the only thing Siheon could think of was a painting.

As Siheon expected, the attendants set up an easel and placed the painting on it. The artwork was packaged enough to protect it but not completely wrapped up. It seemed they had planned to unveil it here from the start.

“I like this painter, and there was a special exhibition recently,” Im Jaehan said, looking at the painting, which was ready for display with only a cloth remaining.

“Originally, I wanted to give it directly to you, Actor-nim. So I even sent a special invitation, but you didn’t come.”

Only then did Siheon recall the call he received from CEO Heo before going to New York.

—There was a call to the agency saying they wanted to invite Actor Kang to an event tomorrow.

—There’s a special exhibition at an art gallery tomorrow. The gallery’s operating committee chair is Seo Sanghee.

—And Seo Sanghee’s son is Im Jaehan.

Now it seemed that while Seo Sanghee’s name was used, the invitation came from someone else. Despite declining the meeting back then, they ended up meeting like this. Was it the strangeness of fate, or was Im Jaehan just persistent?

Meanwhile, upon learning that Im Jaehan had separately requested a meeting, Cha Wonwoo’s eyebrows shot up sharply, as if they could touch the sky. He looked like he wanted to drag Siheon to a quiet place and interrogate him until he got a satisfactory answer, but unfortunately, Siheon’s resolute gaze forced him to stay put.

The attendants left, and Im Jaehan walked steadily toward the painting.

“The painter’s name is Bashar Lakochevich. Born to a Jewish mother who migrated to Paris and an Italian-Serbian father, he was an artist who lived through turbulent times. The title of the work I’m gifting is—”

The painting, hidden under the soft cloth, was revealed.

“Portrait of a Couple.”

Set against a bedroom, the painting depicted a man whose face was fully visible and another man wearing a veil, facing each other. Im Jaehan added, “It’s Bashar’s last work. Initially, it was presented under the title Forms of Love, but he left a will with a friend, saying the true title is Portrait of a Couple.”

Though Siheon wasn’t an art expert, he had eyes, so he could feel something from the painting. It portrayed a couple, but rather than happiness, it evoked longing and sadness more strongly. There was also an element that made the viewer’s heart ache subtly.

Im Jaehan, too, gazed at the painting wistfully and said, “But Bashar never married in his lifetime. Officially, that is.”

Lost in an inexplicable mood while staring at the painting, Siheon snapped back to reality and asked, “I’m curious about your intention in gifting a portrait of a couple who were never officially married.”

“What do you think it is?”

“Don’t beat around the bush, just tell me. I’ll listen openly.”

“We tend to assume when we see a same-sex couple that both are probably trait-bearers. But these two? One was an alpha, the other a beta. And the alpha had an official spouse separately.”

It was a blunt statement, not even attempting to hide its purpose between the lines. Siheon, alternating his gaze between the man and the painting, let out a scoff. So that’s what this painting was about. Fixing his eyes on Im Jaehan, he said, “Wonwoo, could you step out for a bit?”

It seemed better to have a more candid conversation without him.

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Im Jaehan looked anew at the man before him.

The CH Group heir, despite his deeply dissatisfied eyes, was obediently sent away. Not because of a deal or a request, but simply because this man, Kang Siheon, wanted it.

“It seemed like you had more to say about the artwork,” Im Jaehan said, observing the man rather than the painting, when a calm, trustworthy voice broke the silence of the dining hall.

“Wonwoo’s gone, so go on.”

Looking at the neat curve from Siheon’s forehead to his chin, Im Jaehan spoke, “Bashar became an errand boy for a theater troupe from a young age, following his actress mother. As a child, he mostly handled light tasks like fetching brushes or paints, and through that, he naturally mingled with the troupe’s artists and learned to paint.”

Kang Siheon was like a sketch. A person defined by clean lines and forms rather than colors. That was a significant strength as an actor. Already a complete work with just lines, but if he chose, he could wear or shed any color. Watching him, there was a power that held your gaze beyond mere handsomeness.

If Cha Wonwoo was a striking, intense, cold beauty, Kang Siheon was a warm, enduring, subtle beauty.

“Bashar began studying painting seriously under the patronage of a noble who recognized his talent. During his time traveling between Vienna, Austria, and Munich, Germany, there was always a slightly younger man by his side. He was the heir of the family sponsoring Bashar.”

“The composition feels awfully familiar,” Siheon muttered softly with a chuckle, his voice low but clear and solid, like untainted glass. Hearing it in such a quiet space, it was no wonder Siheon consistently ranked at the top of bank model lists.

“Bashar’s paintings may seem softened by gentle tones, but they’re actually quite erotic. Most of the figures in his works are two men. The man who appears to be an alpha is always painted with the same face. You’ve probably guessed, but it’s the face of that noble who followed Bashar around. The alpha’s partner, however, looks different in every painting. Completely varied.”

“Probably projecting himself but didn’t want to be found out. So he painted himself in various forms.”

Siheon, who had been silently studying the painting, offered his own interpretation. Im Jaehan nodded. That was indeed the prevailing analysis.

“Exactly. And Bashar is also famous for never painting self-portraits, which some psychiatrists say stemmed from self-loathing. Anyway, the one work where Bashar, known for not painting his own face, included himself was his final piece, Portrait of a Couple.”

Of course, he didn’t fully reveal his face, keeping it hidden under a veil. It wasn’t initially known to be him, either. People, as usual, assumed it was just one of the many figures Bashar painted.

“Do you know how Bashar’s life ended, Actor-nim?”

“Probably self-destructive behavior. In cases like this, the consequences usually come back to the person.”

“Correct. It was suicide.”

After his death, stories emerged that the veiled face resembled Bashar’s in life. But the dead don’t speak.

As time passed, in modern times, French art historian Xavier Lukez conducted X-ray scans on works by major artists, uncovering answers hidden in the paintings.

Antoine and Bashar

The secret left in the brushstrokes was the names of two men whose family titles had been erased.

At the time, marriages between different social classes were strictly forbidden. Moreover, with one being a noble alpha and the other a struggling painter and beta, the happy ending they dreamed of was never possible from the start.

“If only they’d secretly had a child, maybe. Then he could’ve endured by raising the child. But since Bashar couldn’t get pregnant, it was impossible. Isn’t that too tragic?”

At Im Jaehan’s question, Siheon slowly turned his head. The eyes Siheon had assumed would be warm were, upon meeting, devoid of warmth. Those clear, chilling eyes seemed to hold warmth only when he chose to embrace someone.

“Im Jaehan-ssi, if the ending is tragic, does that make their entire life a tragedy?”

Asking coldly, he didn’t give Im Jaehan a chance to respond, pressing on with more questions.

“Why define death as a tragedy? Humans all die someday, so if death is a tragedy, aren’t all our endings tragic? Whether suicide or natural death, keep the sentiment to the painting. Don’t judge and display their entire life.”

A sharp tension weighed on the dining hall. While partially true, to Im Jaehan, it felt like the hypersensitivity of someone who lived most of their life under public scrutiny.

“I won’t accept the gift. It’s hardly a gift anyway.”

Expressing his stance in a dry voice, Siheon turned away.

When Im Jaehan first saw him, he judged Siheon’s appearance as that of a beta male, bypassing omega traits. But the rounded shoulders, the narrowing waistline, and glimpses of his body inevitably revealed his omega nature.

Could an omega give up a dominant alpha like Cha Wonwoo? It was practically a curse etched into their genes.

“It’s a misunderstanding. I wasn’t saying that you and Wonwoo hyung would end up like Antoine and Bashar. Nor am I telling you to break up. On the contrary, it’s a kind of promise to ensure such a tragedy doesn’t happen to you two.”

“What do you mean…”

Perhaps because he was an actor? Even with his face contorted in disbelief, Kang Siheon drew the eye. Feeling a pang of envy, Im Jaehan got to the point bluntly.

“Other omegas might not yield Wonwoo hyung to you, but I’m different.”

And he added directly, “Whether you two meet separately or keep living together in that newlywed home, I don’t care.”

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As if someone pressed a pause button, Siheon stopped breathing. Before he could process the intent behind what he just heard, the sheer impact of the words left his mind blank.

“I told Wonwoo hyung too. If we just get married, I won’t interfere with whoever he meets or lives with outside.”

Im Jaehan’s expression was calm. He didn’t look like someone proposing to turn himself and Cha Wonwoo into adulterers while sitting in the official spouse’s seat, indifferent to it all.

“It seems Chairman Cha has the daughter of Majority Leader Jo Sujong in mind as Wonwoo hyung’s match. There, you’d have to completely step out. But if I marry Wonwoo hyung, things would be a bit better.”

He spoke to the silent Siheon in a steady voice, as if urging him not to doubt.

“When there’s a lot to protect, marriage becomes a contract. My conditions don’t include pure love or anything like that. I don’t care if Wonwoo hyung has affairs. I have no hobby of tormenting lovers, so I guarantee I won’t meddle between you two.”

His harmless gaze made it hard to believe he was insulting both Siheon and Cha Wonwoo collectively.

“Ah…”

Siheon let out a delayed exclamation. He said he told Cha Wonwoo too? Thinking of him sitting through such nonsense cooled Siheon’s head quickly. The shock that had narrowed and wavered his vision cleared. He called out to Im Jaehan.

“Im Jaehan-ssi, you’ve got the order wrong.”

Perhaps no one had pointed out his mistake to his face, as Im Jaehan’s brow furrowed oddly.

“What order?”

“Using words that imply affairs, lovers, or infidelity is premature. Legally and on paper, I’m still Wonwoo’s husband.”

Siheon closed and opened his eyes calmly, organizing his next words. Each time he pressed down his sincerity beneath his eyelids, he became more resolute and dense.

“Honestly, this conversation is less interesting than the dramas and movies I’ve filmed. The only takeaway here is that you’re in a more desperate position than I thought. Which means,” he stepped forward instead of retreating, “you’re not a threat to me.”

People accustomed to giving orders make even requests sound like commands. Im Jaehan was like that. Pretending to offer something for Siheon’s sake, but peeling back the polished shell of his words revealed a festering core.

Because he desperately wanted this marriage. Because he had to have it.

A ripple finally crossed Im Jaehan’s face, exposing his rotten intentions. But as a chaebol heir trained in expressions and behavior from childhood, he quickly composed himself.

“You’re right, Actor-nim. I’m in a desperate position. But aren’t we both desperate? Let’s help each other. How about it?”

Im Jaehan extended his hand. One of the most famous origins of a handshake is to prove one’s hand holds no weapon.

But Siheon had learned from the public, the media, and Chairman Cha Hyuncheol that sometimes the tongue is sharper and more painful than a sword.

“Im Jaehan-ssi, a deal is bargaining, but a contract is negotiation.”

“…”

“If you want to negotiate, you don’t coerce—you show your cards. The problem is, the condition you’re offering is a person.”

“…”

“I don’t bargain or negotiate with people. Especially not with Cha Wonwoo. So you’ve got the wrong address from the start.”

That should be clear enough. Whether divorcing or remarrying, the next steps were for him and Cha Wonwoo to handle, not for someone else to permit or deny. Affairs? Lovers? It seemed he’d spouted the same nonsense to Cha Wonwoo, so Siheon planned to drag him out and wash his ears clean.

“I have a child.”

If it weren’t for Im Jaehan’s absurd statement.

“The reason Chairman Cha adamantly opposed you two was the lack of a child. Recessive omegas have a low pregnancy rate, so there likely won’t be a child between you two in the future. If you keep meeting, Wonwoo hyung’s position will eventually be at risk.”

Siheon gave no response. Or rather, he couldn’t.

“Would Wonwoo hyung try to have a child with another omega besides you? I don’t think so.”

Im Jaehan, confident in his cards, closed the distance.

“Who do you think would benefit if Wonwoo hyung has no heir? Cha Eunsik, Cha Iryeong, Cha Ijun—three names come to mind already. For now, he can defend himself well enough. But at some point, Wonwoo hyung will absolutely need a child. Whether it’s his own or not. And I can provide that.”

He revealed all his cards.

“If Wonwoo hyung marries me, you two are free.”

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“Yes, hello. This is Seo Minjae. I usually introduce myself as Actor Seo Minjae, but today, I want to introduce myself as a Hansan fan, Seo Minjae! Above all, thank you so much for inviting me to throw the ceremonial pitch today!”

Seo Minjae’s voice, booming through the microphone, was particularly resonant. That guy must be busy. One minute he’s my fan, the next he’s a Hansan fan. Siheon, chuckling, pulled down his cherished black ball cap and looked down at the stadium. The voices of the commentators flowed steadily through the earphones he had plugged in.

“Here comes the pitch from the mound… looks like it’s about to happen, right?”

It was a special measure Seo Minjae had arranged when Siheon said he knew nothing about baseball. One ear for the live broadcast, the other for his commentary.

“Oh, he’s applying rosin too.”

Supported by the team mascot, Seo Minjae stepped onto the mound, dusting his hands with white powder and gripping the ball. A collective “Ooh” rose from the stands, quieting as he took his stance. Even to Siheon, who knew little about baseball, it was an impressively stable pitching form.

“Actors are different, aren’t they? Wow, that gaze.”

Seo Minjae, in the most serious demeanor Siheon had seen, swung his arm. Thud. The ball landed heavily in the mitt with a solid sound. Cheers erupted from the stands, and Seo Minjae, grinning like a fool, waved, especially toward Siheon’s section.

“Yes, we can see Actor Kang Siheon now too.”

“There’s… well, some complicated adult circumstances, right? So it’s surprising and great that he’s here.”

“Why’d you stop mid-sentence?”

Quickly spotting the camera, Siheon slightly lifted his cap, nodded, and flashed a smirk. The stands were in a frenzy, and he guessed the online reactions would be similar. After all, Hansan’s opponent for Seo Minjae’s ceremonial pitch was none other than CH.

How did it come to this?

At the dining hall, Im Jaehan, after his shocking remarks, handed over his business card, saying to contact him once Siheon had sorted his thoughts. He added to decide then whether to accept the painting.

Siheon postponed discussing it with Cha Wonwoo, who was worried about what he’d heard, saying they’d talk later. That was now approaching two weeks ago.

During that time, Siheon kept himself busy. Fortunately, he had action school sessions for drama filming. The problem was that stray thoughts kept intruding.

As distractions piled up, his headaches returned. Brushing it off as no big deal nearly led to disaster. While rehearsing an action scene with Seo Minjae, he felt dizzy, lost balance, and almost got seriously injured.

Everyone was startled, and a break was called. That’s when Seo Minjae sidled up and dangled some bait.

“Hyung, you’re not still adjusting to jet lag, are you?”

Since meeting Im Jaehan, Siheon flinched at the word “hyung.” Pausing mid-sip of water, he frowned. Seo Minjae, in a creeping voice, noted that it had been a while since Siheon returned from New York, yet he still looked tired and asked if he was under a lot of stress.

Stress? Obviously.

Nodding as he finished his water, Seo Minjae grinned and held out his phone, showing a highlight reel of Hansan’s baseball games. He mentioned he was throwing the ceremonial pitch and invited Siheon to come cheer, watch the game, and relieve stress.

Strange. All the baseball fans Siheon knew came back from games more stressed.

Puzzled, Seo Minjae laughed, saying those were just rumors. His expression was like inviting Siheon to hell. When Siheon said he didn’t know baseball, Seo Minjae countered, “You’ve played street baseball, right? Just know those rules, and you’re good.”

After that, every time they met, Seo Minjae raved about how exhilarating the baseball stadium was (though the martial arts director passing by remarked, “That’s not the good kind of thrill. Doesn’t it just leave scars?”), singing its praises like it could cure all ailments.

Succumbing to that Pied Piper charm, Siheon was dragged to the stadium. After the ceremonial pitch, he glared at Seo Minjae, now seated beside him in the VIP section.

“Your mouth’s about to reach your ears, huh?”

Thunderous cheers alternated between the Hansan and CH sections. The stadium’s energy was electric. Not just the players, but the fans in the stands were competing through their cheers.

The scoreboard’s out count lit up, with the two teams’ fortunes diverging several times.

Another offense-defense switch arrived. This time, the atmosphere felt different. Excited faces all turned to the scoreboard. Siheon’s gaze followed.

Oh, it’s kiss cam time.

The scoreboard showed a shy, youthful couple blushing. Next was an older middle-aged couple. Two women holding each other’s cheeks wore matching rings that sparkled.

The third and final couple. As the camera panned, the loudest cheers yet filled the stadium.

“Argh!”

A scream came from beside him. The scoreboard had caught none other than Seo Minjae and Siheon.

Wearing a Hansan uniform, Seo Minjae frantically waved his hands. Kissing his ultimate bias? He muttered a rap-like prayer about not deserving such an honor. Was it a chant? It wouldn’t be heard anyway.

Taking off his cap and shaking out his hair, Siheon drew even louder cheers. He deliberately gazed at Seo Minjae with a sultry look. Seo Minjae’s hips twitched, torn between fleeing or staying.

The crowd, thrilled by the rare spectacle, chanted, “Kiss! Kiss!” The game had to continue, so they couldn’t drag it out forever. Besides, who’d take responsibility for the deflated mood if they didn’t do it? Making a rational decision, Siheon was about to grab Seo Minjae’s neck and pull him in when—

The crowd’s “Kiss! Kiss!” chants gradually faded, then fell silent. At that moment, the commentators’ shocked voices came through the earphone in one ear.

“Yes, uh… the team owner can visit the stadium, right? Yes! Sure. But the away team’s stadium…”

The camera, focused on Seo Minjae and Siheon, slowly tilted upми. A pair of dress shoes descending the steps, a suit, a coat—the lens climbed until a man finally appeared.

The owner of the away team, CH, Cha Wonwoo.

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The kiss cam at baseball games was an event so popular among fans that sponsors competed fiercely to secure it. Its advertising impact was significant, so it was sold early in the season to the highest bidder.

And to have Kang Siheon and Seo Minjae as a pairing for such an event.

The sponsor featured on the kiss cam scoreboard, along with Hansan, wouldn’t miss the chance to capitalize on such a golden opportunity. It was a standard procedure when celebrities visited. If there was a misstep, it was the complacency of not seeking separate permission… and that was indeed the case.

“Two standby—cut, both keep your expressions alive, we’re zooming in.”

The on-site PD for the exclusive broadcast shouted excitedly from the cramped broadcast van, selecting shots. The Hansan marketing team had informed them in advance that Actors Seo Minjae and Kang Siheon would attend today and participate in the kiss cam.

Normally, the kiss cam feed went straight to the main control room back at the station. But today, they were using additional cameras set up for the baseball broadcast to send different footage to the stadium scoreboard.

“Keep zooming in closer.”

The on-site PD, speaking to the camera director, wet their dry lips. Honestly, those two actors would probably look good even zoomed in until their nose hairs were visible. Given the nature of sports, most athletes were rugged alpha guys. Sure, they were handsome in their own right, but seeing these distinctively refined beauties felt like an eye-opening experience. Even the cramped broadcast van felt cozy, proving how fickle human eyes could be.

“Three standby—cut!”

The screen switched to camera three. Siheon, with a sultry gaze, grabbing Seo Minjae’s neck for a pull, was captured in a single shot. The on-site PD, burning with artistic passion, was preparing to frame their kiss like a scene from a drama.

“One standby—cut! Follow through like this.”

In the stadium, the announcer was hyping up the crowd.

“Huh?”

That’s when they noticed something. The on-site PD narrowed their eyes. The engineer beside them, spotting the same thing, leaned forward. The camera director’s voice came through, asking what was going on.

—PD Kim, what’s up? Are we pulling the camera? Pulling?

The PD shook their head and quickly spoke into the mic.

“No, no, that’s not it. Zoom out, yes, then tilt up from there. Back, back! Get Kang Siheon’s back, catch the person behind. Yes, we’re climbing up.”

It was instinct. This had to be captured. This shot, this cut, this composition had to be nailed. A PD’s instinct and gut feeling.

Two men seated, poised to kiss. A third man walking down the steps, sitting right behind them in the center.

The moment this perfect triangular composition filled the screen, the station director’s booming voice rang in the PD’s ear from the main control room.

—Pull the camera to section one stands, quick!

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—Please, let’s win today

—Wishing for a corpse to win, huh?

—No derogatory nicknames, chat’s already a mess?

—Maybe a CH fan turned dark

—Anyone know today’s lineup?

—Expand the pinned comment

—Thx

—Put Byun Se-hwan at shortstop

—Isn’t Seon-young embarrassed to be in the first team with that batting average?

—Seon-young’s been sold out since his debut, nothing left to sell

—If trash like Choi Sung-il and Heo Hye-min can swing, why not Seon-young?

—Calling people trash is a bit…

—Don’t bash Seon-young, he’s got no skill but plays for fun. Don’t you know the one who enjoys is top-tier?

—If he’s just having fun, tell him to swing a golf club, not a bat

—KBO’s a bubble, why watch? KBO’s a bubble, why watch? KBO’s a bubble, why watch? KBO’s a bubble, why watch? KBO’s a bubble, why watch?

—Don’t lump kids who wear and ditch fall jackets with the bubble talk

—Still, they’re alphas, look good, so just shut up and enjoy

—Chat’s reeking of omega vibes

—Who’re you to act all high and mighty?

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—Delete when players get bashed too, please ㅠㅠ

—Nah, macro bot, no such thing

—When’s Oh Jaehwang done developing pitches? Heard he was working on a splitter

—Jaehwang’s not a player anymore, he’s a researcher now, just researching

—LOL, developing in the first team, not even Futures League

—Don’t diss Futures League, it’s a truckload of fierce alpha rookies

—First-team guys get drunk the night before and still pitch, smh

—That’s why baseball’s called a leisure sport

—Soccer fan? Crawling in here to act like that, it’s obsession, addiction, love

—Cha Wonwoo’s loaded, buy Kwang-yong already

—What’d Kwang-yong do to deserve this ;;

—Oh

—Whoa

—What’s that?

—Eye-opening moment

—Seo Minjae’s handsome

—Why’s he throwing the pitch?

—Said he grabbed a dragon at his first birthday, famous Hansan fan

—Wow

—????

—What was that just now?

—That was Kang Siheon on camera, right?

—Huh???

—Doubting my eyes

—Seo Minjae’s a baseball nut, but how’d Kang Siheon end up in this dump?

—Guess since Cha Wonwoo won’t go bankrupt, he came to see corpses get thrashed

—Didn’t they say they divorced amicably? Then why…?

—Ex-husband came to watch him waste money live

—He’s insanely good-looking, though

—Vision improved, took off my glasses

—Used to seeing my low-res face in the mirror, seeing them makes me bitter, wish I had a 4K face

—Omega stench, ugh

—You’re reeking of ignorance, ugh

—Kang Siheon’s an omega, so what? If it’s omega simping, it’d be an alpha

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—Eyes go crazy seeing omegas, how’s the game supposed to go? Put up a screen at the dugout

—Oh, Seo Minjae’s pitching form is solid

—Solid? It’s just passable lol

—Face attack incoming, looks like a boring game today

—Boring game hater, welcome~ now leave~

—Seon-young, Seon-young, oh Seon-young, damn, you gawking at Kang Siheon now?

—That’s why alphas need starting restrictions? All they think about is swinging that bat down there

—Chat’s a mess today too, just watch the game, kids

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Best | Real-Time Frenzy: Kang Siheon’s Shocking Recent Update

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(Camera slowly panning up, Cha Wonwoo’s face at the end.gif)

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Filming a movie at the baseball stadium

Comments (4,999)

1. So when’s the release?
2. Face combo insane
3. Anyone else smash their head into the monitor? Me first
4. What’s this combo?
5. ????????
6. Cha Wonwoo (Alpha): Heir to a top Korean conglomerate, never had anything taken from him, arrogant man

Kang Siheon (Omega): Former child actor, once the most popular star, divorced for unknown reasons

Seo Minjae (Beta): Pure-hearted man who’s had a crush on Actor Kang Siheon since childhood

└Instant story material?

└Character analysis perfect

└A true reality piece blending fact and fiction

└Kinda alphax but not quite

└More please

└ദ്ദി˶˙ᵕ˙˶ )

└Sorry for being serious, but isn’t this a bit much for a divorced couple?

└It’s just for laughs because of the clip

7. Anyone dislike Kang Siheon?

(Bang)

Anyone dislike Seo Minjae?

(Bang)

Anyone dislike Cha Wonwoo?

(And so the sea parted, CH employees walked through, blah blah, employees stood as walls on both sides, blah blah —Book of CH, Chapter 14, Verses 21-22)

└LOL what’s this

└Not Director Cha anymore, he’s President now, what’s with the treatment lol

└Still, since his promotion, he’s been milder (acting). Acting is silent ^^

8. This isn’t staged?
9. They say reality outdoes movies, and here it is
10. Weren’t we in a handsome guy drought? This clip looks like a flood

└Turn on the TV

└OP: Heading to hold a rain ritual

11. Saw other pitch clips, Seo Minjae’s throwing form is art, truly a baseball talent stolen by entertainment
12. Our Min-jae made it, couldn’t hide he’s a honey jar

└Didn’t hide (x), chose not to (o), basically no intent to hide

└How’s it feel to date your bias at the stadium?

└Hope Min-jae drops by the fan café to spill the tea

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445. LOL the title’s packed with every clickbait word

└Real-time / Frenzy / Recent / Update / Shocking lol

└They crammed it in smartly lol

└But the views exploding prove there’s science to it

446. Whole community’s buzzing over this

└Omegas possessed by Kang Siheon popping up everywhere

447. Ketchup confession, anyone else get butterflies from Kang Siheon grabbing Seo Minjae’s neck for a kiss?

└22 You’re not alone

└333 I gasped the moment I saw it

└4444 Real-life romance moment, insane

└5 Even as an alpha, I got butterflies

└66 Hottest thing I’ve seen recently

└777 My watch’s heart rate alert went crazy lol, asked if I needed 119

└Hey, they didn’t kiss lol, almost kissing isn’t kissing

448. Still can’t believe Kang Siheon’s an omega, doesn’t he just scream first-love senior? Alpha or beta vibes

└He was everyone’s first love back then ㅠㅠ

└Even a chaebol heir says Kang Siheon was his first love… what chance do we have?

└Anyone else like him more now that he’s a man with a story? Kind senior at school, but always had secrets, kept a distance, turns out he was hiding being an omega, then one day he drops a heat cycle suppressant from his bag while returning a book…

└Open your notes app

449. Guys, it’s up as a video too!

(Highlight link)

└These three were the game’s highlight lol

└▶00:40 Seriously, first time seeing Seo Minjae that shy, so unfamiliar???

└▶1:03 Paradise coordinates

└Cha Wonwoo’s hand veins ㄷㄷㄷ

└Wow, was so focused on faces, didn’t notice Cha Wonwoo’s clenched fist????

└Big MBTI N, billion fantasies flashing through my mind

└▶1:10 Check this, Siheon’s eyes going wide

└▶1:14 lololol Seo Minjae’s face when he spots Cha Wonwoo (０д０) exactly this

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1467. Seen this?

(Triangular composition poster.jpg)

+Keep adding clips

(Kang Siheon kiss black-and-white.gif)

(Camera panning up Cha Wonwoo black-and-white.gif)

(Seo Minjae spotting Cha Wonwoo.gif)

└Wow

└Someone cast these three in a movie

└10 million guaranteed

└20 million possible

└Each has a different genre lol Kang Siheon: Romance / Cha Wonwoo: Noir / Seo Minjae: Comedy/Horror

1468. LOL someone made a movie teaser with photos and videos

(Link)

└Insane lol

└ㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷ Looks real

└It is real, I saw it, went to the premiere too

└What’s the BGM lol

└Didn’t know just looking at someone could spike dopamine

└Last part’s hidden footage lol VIP recommended clip what lol, isn’t that usually made from celeb interviews at movie premieres? Kang Seon-young’s grinning like crazy

└Kang Seon-young: “Here to enjoy” < Who knew this interview would end up here lol

└Seon-young, stop enjoying

└But players’ faces = me, can’t laugh

1469. Keep coming back to watch
1470. (Comment blocked due to reports)

└Siheon, chill a bit

└At this point, it’s a honey jar. No, worse than a honey jar, so fast and intense, every Kang Siheon post has it lol

1471. Sorry for blowing up the faces, but it’s been so long since Siheon’s been out like this ㅠㅠ And he’s too handsome, I’m losing it

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2111. By the way, are those two fully divorced? Wasn’t there a 30-day period to file or something? No news since

└Wouldn’t they just not say?

└Even if they don’t, articles would come out, they don’t leave them alone

└Maybe they extended it? When my parents divorced, I saw trait-bearers could request extensions due to pheromones

└Or maybe they’re getting back together?

└I’m all for this reunion

└Cha-Kang couple, huge buy

└They outsource idol picks to national producers, why not couple reunions? Let’s vote nationwide

2112. This makes me want to go to a baseball game. Are there lots of people like this at stadiums? I’m into a lot of fandoms, but adding baseball might be too much

└Want to cure low blood pressure? Go for it

└It’s a healthy, fun sport! Curious about rules? Visit the baseball chat! We sometimes share player stickers. Don’t know baseball? Start with collecting merch for fun ㅇㅅㅇ

└Get lost, you devil

└Chicken there’s top-notch too

2113. Just came back from watching live ㅠㅠㅠㅠ Honestly, I’m not big on baseball? But it was my friend’s birthday, so I went with some effort, OMG, saw all three in person, words fail me, hands still shaking, heart too, chest pounding so hard I thought I might die

└Another one off to the Lord’s side…

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3000. Can I say this? That coat Cha Wonwoo’s wearing… isn’t it the one from Siheon’s vlog?

└The one at the New York pop-up store?

└OP: Yup, black chesterfield coat

└But that was just for display in Forevermore’s collection, right?

└OP: That’s why I’m unsure, if it’s a runway look, Cha Wonwoo couldn’t wear it

└That is odd

└Article said the designer gifted it?

└Only Siheon got a runway look as a gift

└Curious, so I brought this

(Vlog video link)

▶4:17 Full shot of pop-up store display, coat visible

▶5:31 Embroidered bomber jacket Siheon got as a gift

▶5:45 Coat right next to it, looks exactly like Cha Wonwoo’s?

└Details look a bit different?

└Looks identical to me ㅠㅠ

└How’d you find this ㄷㄷ

└If this is real, what’s the story? So curious about the timeline

└Brand > Kang Siheon > Cha Wonwoo?

└Siheon gave it?

└Isn’t that too speculative? Someone like Cha Wonwoo could just get it

└OP, someone screenshotted and spread this to another community, you cool?

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3455. Ugh, the vlog comment up there got deleted ㅠㅠ

└Too much talk about it, even Siheon’s vlog comments are blocked now ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

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“No, it’s not like a surprise event.”

Siheon, holding his phone, awkwardly scratched his forehead.

“Why would I do something like that? I’m telling you, it’s not. Minjae too…”

Mid-sentence, he glanced beside him to see Seo Minjae looking over with teary eyes. He clutched the seatbelt across his chest like a lifeline. Hearing his name from Siheon’s mouth, he startled as if facing imminent doom. And he wasn’t exactly small.

“Of course Minjae didn’t know either. Yes, don’t worry too much. The response isn’t bad, right? Then it’s fine.”

The car, having left the stadium, sped down the road. Seo Minjae’s manager, gripping the wheel, had tense, rigid shoulders. Though he appeared focused on driving, he was likely listening to the call.

“Yes, you’re already whining to Wonwoo separately anyway. Ask Wonwoo for the details. I don’t know much either. Yes, take care.”

Hanging up, Siheon let out a deep sigh and leaned his head against the window.

“…Hyung, sorry.”

A timid apology came from beside him. The bold Seo Minjae from the ceremonial pitch was gone, replaced by a shrunken figure buried in the seat.

“What’re you sorry for? Don’t be like that. The stadium was great. Stress-relieving.”

“Still… I mean, the kiss cam, I thought maybe it could happen? It’s an event, right? Even the president gets caught on kiss cam. And us… last time, some close alpha actors got caught and just went for it.”

Seo Minjae rambled, clearly flustered.

“So the kiss cam was just a happening… but why did Director—no, President—why did he show up there?”

It ended as a question directed at Siheon.

“It’s his team’s game?”

Siheon shrugged, raising his tone to imply he didn’t know. But Seo Minjae, too frazzled, countered, “It’s not even a home game, it’s away?”

“Maybe he wanted to cheer that much for an away game. More importantly, Seo Minjae.”

“Yes? Yes?”

“Why’re you so scared? You were officially invited as the ceremonial pitcher, I came along to watch, and Cha Wonwoo… well, he’s the team owner, and even if he wasn’t, he can come to a game. What’s there for you to be nervous about?”

At that, Seo Minjae let out a deflated laugh, his tension easing.

“Hyung… you really don’t get the alpha world.”

How stinging was the back of his head while watching the game, until Cha Wonwoo got a call and left abruptly? Seo Minjae, gripping the seatbelt with both hands, shivered and said, “I think we should keep some distance for a while.”

“What?”

Siheon asked, incredulous, and Seo Minjae answered seriously, “I have a responsibility to return to my rabbit-like merch waiting for me. You don’t even know the market price of your photo cards slipped in by cosmetics sponsors. I have to collect and care for those, so I want to live a long time.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“The bias is best seen on a screen.”

Siheon genuinely worried for him as he muttered, turning his head. They were scheduled to train together at action school this week, so what was this about screens?

Seo Minjae’s state was concerning, but his nonsense oddly relaxed his manager’s stiff shoulders, making the drive smoother.

Siheon stopped worrying about Seo Minjae. He had enough on his mind. Especially because of Cha Wonwoo.

What was he thinking? Siheon was used to his impulsive actions, but was this right? Maybe it wasn’t impulsive. A calculated strategy… ugh, what am I doing? Making excuses for Cha Wonwoo’s behavior in his head, Siheon just closed his eyes.

He dozed off, and by the time he woke, Seo Minjae’s SUV had raced down the road and reached his home.

“Hyung, hyung, wake up.”

Startled by a shaking hand, Siheon opened his eyes. His eyelids were still heavy, slightly swollen. Pressing his eye sockets, he cleared his throat.

“Ahem, I just meant to close my eyes for a bit, but I guess I fell asleep.”

Lately, his sleep hours had been increasing sharply. Still, he hadn’t expected to pass out like this in a car driven by Seo Minjae’s manager, whom he’d only met a few times.

“Looked good sleeping, though?”

Seo Minjae, noticing Siheon’s embarrassment, raised his voice. Shaking his head, Siheon grabbed his things, and the manager, who’d stepped out, flung open the back door.

“I’ll head off then.”

Nodding thanks to the manager, Siheon turned to Minjae. Fully out of the car, he waved at Seo Minjae inside.

“Today was fun. I’ll treat you to a meal sometime.”

Despite saying they should keep distance, Seo Minjae’s cheeks flushed brightly. A 1:1 fan meeting with his bias…! Pretending not to hear his loud muttering, Siheon headed home.

The moment he scanned his fingerprint and stepped into the entrance, a loud clatter came from inside. Cha Wonwoo came rushing to the door, flustered.

“Hyung.”

Blinking at the overly enthusiastic welcome, Siheon was caught off guard. The odd behavior didn’t stop there. As he closed the door and moved slightly, Cha Wonwoo flinched, visibly restless.

Got something to hide? Showing up at the stadium out of nowhere and stirring pointless controversy would make anyone act like that.

Easily convinced, Siheon lowered his gaze to take off his shoes.

“What’s that?”

A pair of unfamiliar dress shoes, never seen in the house, sat neatly beside Cha Wonwoo’s. His mood plummeting, Siheon stared at Cha Wonwoo.

No way… could it be…? These thoughts chained together. It was all because of Im Jaehan. With a hardened face, Siheon pushed Cha Wonwoo. Well, pushed wasn’t quite right—Cha Wonwoo stepped back before Siheon’s hand even touched him.

He’s not arranging a blind date in our newlywed home, is he? Heading toward the dining room, where unfamiliar sounds stirred, Cha Wonwoo followed, saying things like, “Hyung, walk slowly. What if you get hurt?”

Arriving at the dining room, a man in a crisp suit stood up.

“Hello, Actor Kang Siheon-nim.”

Siheon’s questioning eyes landed on him.

“This is…”

What kind of embarrassment is this?

That was the thought that lingered the entire time while being taken to the hospital.

My stomach, which has never even wretched from drinking, suddenly acting up just from smelling kimchi—does that make any sense? I’m Korean, aren’t I? If I get introduced somewhere as a K-actor, shouldn’t I just bow my head in shame?

“Hyung-nim.”

Gangsan’s massive, pot-lid-like hand waved in front of my eyes.

“You’ll feel a bit better after the sedative. They say you’re giggling like this because of the medication. The director said to talk after you’ve had a good sleep, so rest for now.”

The shoot must be over, right? Poor Do! Hanbit must be disappointed since he couldn’t eat tofu kimchi. He was probably looking forward to today and even went on a diet for it. Feeling sorry for him, I smacked my lips, and suddenly my appetite surged. It surged too much. Right now, I felt like I could make a whole bowl of tofu kimchi and eat it all without sharing any with Do! Hanbit.

As Siheon’s expression shifted strangely from moment to moment, Gangsan, who had been tilting his head, went so far as to close Siheon’s eyes for him.

“The CEO has probably been informed already.”

With those words, Siheon’s vision went black again.

His stomach churned. He was standing still, but it felt like someone had reached in, stirred everything chaotically, and was squeezing his insides. A long, waterlogged ringing echoed in his ears. Beep—. His nerves felt taut, stretched to their limit. He wanted to turn it off. More unbearable than the annoying morning alarm, Siheon tossed and turned, finally lifting his heavy eyelids.

“Patient, are you coming to?”

A muffled voice sounded close, then far, then close again. His heart seemed misplaced—not in his left chest but pounding in his brain. He faintly heard something swishing through his veins.

“We’ll confirm the patient’s name.”

“Kang… Siheon.”

“Do you know where you are?”

Siheon blinked slowly.

“…A hospital.”

“Yes, that’s right. The director will be here soon, so please wait a moment.”

The nurse’s clear, bright voice, as she adjusted the blanket, drove away the ringing in his ears. The waterlogged sound subsided, and surrounding noises began to register one by one, like lights turning on in sequence.

His memories also started piecing themselves together. It was absurd that, despite everything else weighing on him, he collapsed because of the smell of kimchi in the end. He couldn’t even tell anyone about this.

“Kang Siheon-ssi.”

Director Yoo Yeonoh, dressed in a white coat, entered the hospital room. As always, he held a tablet PC instead of a paper chart. The man walked over with a stern expression and sat by the bedside. Siheon thought he should’ve come to the hospital sooner—delaying had led to this mess. It wasn’t just Cha Wonwoo’s fault. Resigned, he asked calmly.

“Is my condition very bad?”

“Before that, I have a question. Have you engaged in marital relations?”

“…Yes, but it couldn’t be helped. It was during a rut.”

“So the alpha was even in a rut state.”

Cutting him off, Director Yoo Yeonoh made a note on the tablet and set it down on the bed. He then looked at Siheon with a grave expression.

“You know there’s a chip in your body, right?”

Siheon nodded along with his answer, and Director Yoo Yeonoh held out the tablet for him to see clearly.

“This tracks the changes in your pheromone levels over time. Would you like to take a look at the graph?”

Siheon lowered his gaze blankly. Unlike what he’d seen before, the graph showed a steady upward trend. From a certain point, it stretched in a straight line along the top of the chart.

“In recessive traits, it usually means a lack of pheromones. With insufficient pheromones, the levels are bound to be unstable. As long as they stay within the recessive average, it’s considered fine. But if you look at the graph…”

“It’s above the average?”

“Yes, significantly so. Of course, it could be a temporary spike in internal pheromones due to marital relations.”

“But the rut was, what, three or four weeks ago?”

“Then the influence should have worn off by now. It’s not simply due to marital relations. I told you before that you shouldn’t engage in marital relations, didn’t I?”

“Yes.”

Siheon, embarrassed, rubbed his face and averted his gaze.

“As I explained, for someone like you, Siheon-ssi, whose pheromone instability is in the high-risk category, sudden exposure to a spouse’s pheromones, no matter how compatible, can cause shock. But looking at the tracking graph, after the period we assume marital relations occurred, your levels stabilized. From there, they continued to rise steadily. This suggests your pheromone imbalance is tied to a more fundamental issue.”

“A fundamental issue?”

Director Yoo Yeonoh, who had been explaining everything as if he’d lay it all out, suddenly clammed up on this topic and shook his head.

“For now, all I can say is that further tests are needed. And there are specific conditions required for accurate tracking.”

“What conditions?”

“We need to insert a tracking chip into the alpha as well. And both of you must undergo all the tests together. That includes a semen analysis.”

“Oh, yes, semen analysis… Wait, what kind of test?”

Siheon, who had been nodding reflexively, widened his eyes in shock. As if dismissing it as merely a medical procedure, Director Yoo Yeonoh maintained a businesslike demeanor.

“After three days of abstinence, we’ll collect semen. Typically, semen is obtained through masturbation, but in this case, the pheromone levels during the process leading to ejaculation are more important than the semen itself. Therefore, both of you will need to masturbate together.”

Siheon’s eyes twitched as he pressed his lips shut. He rubbed his face repeatedly, buying time, but it didn’t change anything.

“Let’s do it.”

A low voice from the doorway intercepted his response. It was Cha Wonwoo, who had arrived unnoticed. Having handed his coat to Secretary Yang, he walked into the room, silently rolling up his shirt sleeves.

“Can the chip insertion be done now?”

Director Yoo Yeonoh pointed outside.

“Let’s do it right away.”

Nodding to confirm, Cha Wonwoo approached Siheon.

“I’ll be back, so rest.”

He stroked Siheon’s shoulder, sliding his hand down to firmly grasp Siheon’s hands, which were clasped in front of his stomach, before letting go. Secretary Yang, reading the cue, brought the coat and handed it to Cha Wonwoo, who passed it to Siheon.

“Just in case, hold onto this.”

Siheon took the coat awkwardly, saying, “Alright.” Holding the coat, steeped in Cha Wonwoo’s pheromones, made his body relax. The nausea in his stomach settled almost instantly.

Just as he thought he could finally catch a break, Cha Wonwoo, returning after the chip insertion, suggested staying in the hospital for three days.

“There’s no one at home to look after you, hyung. Your manager or agency staff can’t be there 24/7 either. If you’re in the hospital, they can respond immediately in an emergency, so stay here.”

“You’re saying I need tests, but there’s nothing seriously wrong, right?”

“Your pheromone scent has changed a bit, and that’s usually a sign of preg—”

Cha Wonwoo, who had been glancing at Siheon’s stomach, caught himself and trailed off. Then he stubbornly repeated that Siheon should stay in the hospital.

“Anyway, I’d feel more at ease if you did, so I could focus on work.”

“How am I supposed to go back and forth for my schedule from here?”

“Oh, that.”

As if expecting Siheon to bring up his schedule, Cha Wonwoo strode to the door, opened it, and looked around. Spotting his target, he gestured with his chin for someone to come in.

“Hyung-nim.”

A round face peeked through the door—it was Lee Gangsan.

“I cleared your schedule while you’re getting tested. I told the action school you can’t attend training, and we postponed the jacket shoot too. CEO Heo said you need absolute rest until we get confirmation that you’re healthy.”

Cha Wonwoo, standing behind him, crossed his arms as if to say, “See?” Siheon shut his mouth. He was out of excuses, and with even his schedule-managing manager chiming in, he had nothing left to say.

“…Fine.”

Finally surrendering, he nodded and flopped back onto the bed. Startled, Cha Wonwoo rushed over, supporting him to lie down slowly and carefully tucking him in with the blanket. As Siheon felt those oddly attentive hands, he pushed away the unpleasant thoughts creeping in.

Dizziness. Slight body aches. Suddenly increased sleep. An upset stomach.

These symptoms seemed to be causing Cha Wonwoo to misunderstand something. Siheon wanted to say it wasn’t that, but the thought of denying it outright and being contradicted made him hold his tongue. Honestly, he didn’t even want to discuss that topic with Cha Wonwoo.

“Hyung-nim, rest then. Let me know if you need anything.”

Gangsan bowed deeply and left. Cha Wonwoo, apparently planning to work from here, sat at a small table and started reviewing documents.

Once all the tests were done, Cha Wonwoo would realize. He’d see that what he was hoping for wasn’t happening.

“Semen should be collected in this sterilized container, and both of you, regardless of trait, need to provide it this way. Even if it goes as far as penetration, ejaculation must be into the container. Oh, and to get accurate data, you shouldn’t induce arousal with pheromones. I know the setting might be challenging, but please proceed as naturally as possible.”

The kind explanation went in one ear and out the other. Avoiding eye contact would only make it more awkward, so Siheon met the nurse’s clear brown eyes head-on.

“There’s no time limit or anything. The collection room is soundproof, and we don’t listen in, so you can proceed comfortably. Please enter here.”

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, Cha Wonwoo visited the hospital intermittently, and they completed all the general tests. Now, all that remained was the semen collection.

The collection room. It had a nameplate like any other door along the corridor, but when the heavy, soundproofed door opened, a dimly lit room appeared. Perhaps to minimize psychological resistance, not only the lighting but every detail was carefully considered. Unlike the stiff connotation of “collection room,” the space was clearly designed to feel as warm as possible.

But it was just a facade—upon closer inspection, its purpose was obvious. A sturdy-framed bed, a long couch that looked easy to clean, sticky music playing softly, a CRT for video materials, a table with revealing magazines, a large bottle of lube, and plenty of tissues and wet wipes. These items naturally evoked a specific act.

As Siheon suppressed the urge to scream, the heavy door closed behind him. True to the claim of soundproofing, the moment it shut, his ears felt slightly muffled, like being in a vacuum tube or recording studio.

First, he placed the collection container on the table. Cha Wonwoo, who had quietly followed, set his container beside it.

“…”

“So, should we sit?”

“…”

“To relax a bit first…”

Unable to go to the bed, Siheon headed for the couch and sat, speaking into the air.

“…”

Cha Wonwoo, unusually silent today, walked over without hesitation and sat beside him. Barely resisting the urge to tear at his hair, Siheon looked around.

“The room’s a bit dark.”

It’s probably set up this way since people usually come in alone to masturbate. But wouldn’t it be just as awkward whether you’re alone or with someone? Getting an erection here was surprising enough, but being able to ejaculate seemed unbelievable.

What am I supposed to do with this self-loathing?

Sitting with his legs spread, Siheon propped his elbows on his knees and buried his face between them. This is driving me crazy. No, it’s my body’s problem, and Cha Wonwoo’s just dragged into this test. So let’s get it over with quickly. Resolving himself, Siheon lifted his head and looked at Cha Wonwoo with determination.

“Should we start with a kiss?”

No matter what, he couldn’t just grab his penis right away. Let’s heat things up a bit and finish quickly. Setting that goal lightened his mood.

Perhaps feeling the same, Siheon saw Cha Wonwoo shift in the dim light. Tilting his head slightly, Cha Wonwoo stared at Siheon and said.

“Wanna do a role-play?”

“What? Role-play out of nowhere?”

“I get hard just looking at you, but you’re not the same, right? They said not to force pheromones either. Are you okay in a situation like this?”

“No, I mean, I’m fine… So what kind of role-play are you suggesting?”

Cha Wonwoo, oddly relaxed, crossed his legs and spoke as if tossing out a light joke.

“Something immersive for the setting? Like a secret rendezvous in a hospital between a doctor and a patient. Hmm… specifically, the doctor’s been smitten with the patient, waiting for a chance to pounce. Then one day, there’s a blackout.”

“Wait a second. What happens if a hospital has a blackout? What about the ventilators?”

“There’s backup power. Are you really nitpicking details in a role-play?”

Siheon, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, gestured with his eyes for Cha Wonwoo to continue, and Cha Wonwoo resumed in a soft, deliberate tone.

“With the blackout, everyone’s in chaos, running around. In the midst of it, the doctor slips into the patient’s room to pounce. But it turns out the patient was also smitten with the doctor, lying under the blanket completely naked—”

“Okay, stop. That’s weird. Something else.”

“No, listen. The patient’s only wearing the hospital gown top. Bare legs underneath. So when the doctor lifts the blanket to pounce, he’s shocked. Then the patient says something naughty, yanking the doctor’s coat—”

“Stop. Are you some kind of pervert or what?”

His face burning, Siheon snapped, and Cha Wonwoo made a nasal sound before pushing the next story.

“Then tell me a role-play you want.”

“Me? I usually act based on someone else’s script. I don’t write scenarios.”

Admitting he had no ideas, Cha Wonwoo urged to go with his story. When Siheon firmly shook his head, Cha Wonwoo offered another role-play.

“If doctor and patient are too much, how about professor and student? On a day the campus has a blackout—”

“Why’s it always a blackout?”

“The room’s dark, isn’t it? Fine, no blackout then, let’s try again. You’re a young professor, and I’m a student in your class. I sit alone in the back corner with no friends, but it turns out I’ve been secretly masturbating while watching you teach.”

Siheon’s mouth fell open silently. Unfazed, Cha Wonwoo spun the story without missing a beat.

“And I get caught.”

“By who?”

Listening, Siheon found himself oddly immersed. When he asked in surprise, Cha Wonwoo smirked, closing the distance and poking Siheon’s chest.

“By the professor.”

The finger that poked his chest slid down the thin hospital gown, pressing firmly on Siheon’s nipple.

“Ugh.”

“So the professor calls me in. From here, the story splits. One version…”

Cha Wonwoo’s hand cupped Siheon’s cheek. Playfully nipping at his lips, he stopped close enough for his hot breath to graze Siheon and whispered.

“The professor, who called me in to scold me, suddenly goes into heat and doesn’t know what to do.”

As his red tongue licked his lips, it naturally led to a kiss. When Cha Wonwoo’s pointed tongue softly scraped the roof of Siheon’s mouth, his body went limp. Following the retreating tongue with his lips, Cha Wonwoo bit and sucked only his lower lip.

“Mmm…”

When Siheon let out a throaty moan, Cha Wonwoo pulled back with a smacking sound, kissing down Siheon’s neck while unbuttoning his gown.

“The other version is me forcing myself on a resisting professor, but that’s not your taste, right?”

Siheon nodded.

“Then back to the version you like…”

The hospital gown was pulled down to his shoulders. As Siheon moved his arms back to take it off, his chest naturally thrust forward. Cha Wonwoo didn’t miss it, gripping it roughly. Unlike his usual gentle touch, the forceful grasp sent heat rushing to Siheon’s lower body.

“Your nipples are shaped like this, professor.”

With eyes darkened by arousal, Cha Wonwoo kneaded Siheon’s chest as if seeing it for the first time.

“Ugh. Ah, I… It’s been so long, it feels awkward.”

Siheon meant to say they should drop the role-play, but for some reason, Cha Wonwoo’s expression turned cold.

“Guess you’ve done this with a lot of students. Not your first time, just been a while, huh?”

Stretching out his hand, Cha Wonwoo swiftly pushed Siheon down onto the couch.

“If I’d known the professor was this naughty, I wouldn’t have just jerked off from behind—I’d have fucked you sooner.”

Pinning both of Siheon’s wrists to the bed like a specimen, Cha Wonwoo crashed his lips against Siheon’s. His tongue parted Siheon’s lips, delving deep. Just when Siheon tried to match his breathing, Cha Wonwoo changed pace, relentless in his pursuit, tormenting him.

“Haa, haa…”

Cha Wonwoo’s wet lips clung to Siheon’s panting skin. He took Siheon’s erect nipple between his teeth, chewing gently. The ticklish sensation made Siheon’s toes curl, but when Cha Wonwoo bit down, a sharp thrill shot up his spine.

“Hah, ugh…”

When Siheon arched his hips, trembling, Cha Wonwoo pressed his body over him.

“I’ve fucked you in my head dozens of times just watching you, professor. Haa…”

Careful not to press on Siheon’s torso or stomach, he rhythmically thrust his hips upward, aligning their groins.

“Ugh.”

“I should’ve just gone straight to your office.”

Cha Wonwoo’s now fully erect penis pressed down on Siheon’s.

“If I’d known you were waiting for students like this, ugh, I wouldn’t have, huff, missed it.”

Gripping the couch tightly and tilting his head back, Siheon swayed with Cha Wonwoo’s movements. Cha Wonwoo bit and sucked Siheon’s exposed throat a few times before pulling back, moving his hips like swimming underwater to keep their groins pressed together, then sitting up.

“Now that I know, I’ll do exactly what you want, professor—”

“Ugh, Cha Wonwoo!”

Unable to take it anymore, Siheon pushed Cha Wonwoo’s shoulder with his foot.

“I’m hard. Stop the role-play.”

Cha Wonwoo, looking disappointed, smacked his lips but nodded, reverting to his usual expression. Pouting, he kissed Siheon’s ankle resting on his shoulder and whispered.

“Then play with me now.”

Taking his place between Siheon’s legs, Cha Wonwoo yanked off Siheon’s hospital gown bottoms. Siheon, not wearing underwear, revealed his penis, already glistening with white fluid at the tip. Without taking his eyes off it, Cha Wonwoo grabbed the lube from the table.

Squeezing out a generous amount of clear lube, he rubbed it between his hands to warm it. He didn’t forget to let some drip onto Siheon’s perineum and entrance. Each time, the surprised entrance twitched and contracted.

“Ugh.”

Siheon’s breath quickened, a mix of shame and arousal, under Cha Wonwoo’s piercing gaze.

Unlike during the role-play, Cha Wonwoo’s touch softened again as he leaned down to peck Siheon’s lips. He pushed Siheon’s knees back, applying slow pressure. Siheon’s hips lifted slightly, fully exposing his entrance.

The initial worry that he wouldn’t get aroused in a hospital setting felt laughable now—his body heated up so easily it was embarrassing. When Siheon raised his arm to cover his flushed face, Cha Wonwoo gently bit his hand.

“No, don’t cover up. I want to see you.”

His coaxing words contrasted with the unhesitant fingers tracing the wrinkles of Siheon’s entrance. A long finger caressed the rim a few times before slipping inside.

“Hah.”

Siheon’s breath hitched at the sudden tight pressure.

“I won’t penetrate, so breathe slowly. It’s just my finger.”

Convinced Siheon was pregnant, Cha Wonwoo acted as if penetration was out of the question. To ease Siheon’s tension, he kissed his bent knees. Licking the rounded knees, he moved his middle finger back and forth inside. True to his word about not penetrating, it was more a simple back-and-forth motion than an attempt to stretch the entrance. His thumb pressed firmly on the perineum, while his middle finger lightly grazed the protruding inner spot.

The tight pressure gave way to a floating sensation, and the stimulation from behind hardened Siheon’s penis in front.

“Your cock’s getting hard, hyung.”

Cha Wonwoo’s smug comment annoyed Siheon. Ignoring the sharp glare, Cha Wonwoo added another finger to the entrance. Thanks to relaxed muscles, it moved more easily than before. As Siheon’s body grew aroused, fluid began to leak from the entrance, making it even smoother.

Soon, the sound of wet squelching came from where Cha Wonwoo’s fingers moved inside. It was always embarrassing, but unlike Siheon, Cha Wonwoo instinctively licked his lips, savoring it.

“If you want to suck, just do it.”

When Siheon hinted subtly, Cha Wonwoo shook his head with immense restraint.

“What if mixing fluids messes up the test? I’ll just use my hands on your hole and cock.”

As the entrance relaxed further, Cha Wonwoo used his other hand to stroke Siheon’s penis upward.

“Ugh.”

A thirst surged. Siheon licked his dry lips and lay back. With his rear being stimulated and his front touched, physiological tears welled up. The pleasurable sensations stacked up steadily.

“Mmm, good.”

Siheon moved his hips as if penetrating the tight grip of Cha Wonwoo’s hand around his shaft. Cha Wonwoo paused the fingers in Siheon’s entrance to focus on caressing his penis, letting Siheon savor the sensation.

“Ah, so good.”

Siheon let out a low whimper. When Cha Wonwoo gripped his penis tighter, a chilling thrill made his body tremble. Breathing heavily, he moved his hips faster, his face flushed with arousal.

“Hyung, hear that sound?”

Cha Wonwoo whispered to Siheon, who was panting from moving his hips. With half-lidded, aroused eyes, Siheon mumbled, “Huh?” unable to stop thrusting into Cha Wonwoo’s hand.

Cha Wonwoo chuckled quietly, applying more pressure. The sound of squelching grew louder as his hand, wet with Siheon’s precum, moved.

He could’ve brought Siheon to climax multiple times, but today’s ejaculation had a specific purpose. And that annoyed him. Even if it was for medical reasons, the idea of giving up Siheon’s semen without swallowing it himself grated on him.

“Huff, ugh.”

Siheon, eagerly thrusting into Cha Wonwoo’s hand as if it were an entrance, froze when the pressure suddenly vanished.

“Haa, why…”

A mix of irritation and whining leaked from Siheon’s voice, deprived of stimulation at a critical moment. Without hesitation, he reached to grab his penis and continue masturbating.

“Ugh!”

He would have, if Cha Wonwoo hadn’t firmly stopped his hand.

“You’re coming with my hand.”

Cha Wonwoo plunged his index and middle fingers into the neglected entrance. Siheon threw his head back. A different kind of pleasure shot through his veins, electrifying his brain.

“Ah, there…”

“Where? Here?”

“No, where you just touched.”

Cha Wonwoo deliberately pressed the inner walls, avoiding the sweet spot. Siheon wished he’d just pound it mindlessly, but Cha Wonwoo seemed uninterested in making it easy.

“Tell me exactly, in detail. It’s your body, not mine.”

Who’s the one stopping me from touching myself? Grinding his teeth, Siheon let out a resigned sigh. He could be stubborn too, but when it came to persistence in bed, he couldn’t beat Cha Wonwoo.

Biting and releasing his lower lip, Siheon deliberately laced his voice with a sultry tone to provoke Cha Wonwoo.

“Wonwoo-ya, that spot you just touched… rub it harder.”

Cha Wonwoo’s breath hitched as he stirred Siheon’s insides with his fingers.

“Push it harder.”

Siheon teased Cha Wonwoo’s shoulder with his toes. Cha Wonwoo, leaning forward as if to pounce, began moving his hand quickly.

“Ugh… mm, ah…”

Each time the two fingers rapidly thrust inside, meaningless moans spilled from Siheon’s parted lips. Cha Wonwoo listened to the sounds, vigorously moving his fingers. Still, his touch was more cautious than usual.

Meanwhile, Siheon, lost in the moment, moved his hips in sync like someone possessed. It felt like Cha Wonwoo’s blunt fingertips were melting his insides away. Squish, squelch—the wet sounds of fluid filled the air below. Even though Cha Wonwoo wasn’t scooping it out, the pooled liquid splashed everywhere. Compared to his past as a recessive omega with little fluid, his body had definitely changed.

“Ah, huff, mm.”

“Huff, you close?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Panting, Siheon nodded to answer. The pleasure pounding below sharpened like a honed blade, slicing through his nerves toward climax.

“Go ahead. You can come.”

With Cha Wonwoo’s hoarse voice scraping his throat, Siheon clenched his entrance tightly. His penis, so hard it felt like it might burst with a touch, swelled and shot out hot semen. At that moment, Siheon’s head tilted back, his mouth wide open, but no sound came out.

Trembling from the prolonged climax, Cha Wonwoo’s gentle kisses landed on his face and neck.

Still panting and writhing, Siheon pointed to the table. Cha Wonwoo, as if to say not to worry, waved the container in front of him.

“Got it all.”

It was impressive that he’d managed to position the container perfectly for the ejaculation despite the intensity. Patting Siheon’s softened buttocks, still firm from arousal, Cha Wonwoo sat up.

“Wanna see how wet my clothes are?”

Siheon glanced down to see Cha Wonwoo’s shirt and pants soaked. It wasn’t from him—it was all Siheon’s fluids. Too exhausted to feel embarrassed, Siheon mumbled weakly.

“Your turn.”

Trying to prop himself up on his elbows on the couch, Cha Wonwoo pushed him back down, saying it was fine.

“Just stay still, hyung. That’s enough.”

Cha Wonwoo knelt over Siheon, careful not to put weight on his stomach, and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his underwear with the zipper. His fully erect penis sprang out, already in perfect form.

Gripping the massive erection that barely fit in his large hand, Cha Wonwoo let out a rough breath.

“Haa…”

Rejecting Siheon’s hand, he pressed his penis against his own hand, pulling his hips back slowly before thrusting forward hard. At the moment of entry, he gripped it tightly, as if it might burst, and crushed the urethral opening with his thumb. The roughness was incomparable to how he’d touched Siheon’s penis.

“You know? Huff, just looking at you, ugh, makes my lower half feel like it’s going to explode.”

Every time he realized he was the only one who could masturbate over a naked Kang Siheon, his penis twitched, dripping sticky white fluid. The three days of abstinence had paid off with its viscosity.

“Haa… hyung.”

Each thrust was accompanied by a low, growling whisper of Siheon’s name as Cha Wonwoo sped up.

A fully dressed man atop a completely naked one was undeniably lascivious. Watching from below, Siheon panted from the visual stimulation.

Unable to savor it slowly as usual, his ejaculation came quickly. Lowering his eyes, Cha Wonwoo, as climax approached, grabbed Siheon’s hand with his free arm and interlocked their fingers.

“Haa, say, ugh, my name.”

“Wonwoo-ya…”

“Ah, fuck.”

Even at the moment of ejaculation, Cha Wonwoo didn’t take his eyes off Siheon. He pulled his knees back slightly, grabbed the container, and released his semen into it. After filling it sufficiently, he let the remaining semen spill onto Siheon’s flat lower abdomen. Post-ejaculation, his flushed, panting face looked more boyish than manly, unlike before.

Wrapping his arms around Cha Wonwoo’s neck, Siheon hugged him tightly. Whatever the test results, one thing was certain: it wouldn’t be the pregnancy Cha Wonwoo hoped for.

That was the one predetermined outcome. Knowing it, Siheon initiated a brief aftercare kiss. The thought of Cha Wonwoo hiding his disappointment for Siheon’s sake made his chest ache.

Director Yoo Yeonoh stared at the computer monitor with a serious expression. Clicking the mouse to review the chart, his gaze was the most focused Siheon had ever seen. It was far more painful to look at Cha Wonwoo’s subtly excited profile than to try to read the inscrutable doctor.

“I checked the chart multiple times just to be sure, but there’s only one result.”

His tone was flat. Siheon recalled hearing somewhere that doctors deliver bad news with an even colder voice.

Cha Wonwoo gripped Siheon’s hand tightly beside him. His trembling transmitted to Siheon.

Despite the tense Cha Wonwoo and the conflicted Siheon before him, Director Yoo Yeonoh maintained an impassive face. He parted his lips heavily, addressing the starkly contrasting men.

“You two have mutual imprinting.”